Purgament- The Barracks [Golden Match]

[Kris]

List of Players:

1. Enchanter (Emonalach) Played by TheDoctor

2. Reaver (Vee) Played by Mystress of Souls

[Kris]

Spoiler: Enchanter- Emonalach 

Enchanter- Emonalach



Your eyes are wide open, the only source of light within the darkness of your chamber. You hum to yourself as you close your eyes.

Walls so white...
Where your sorrows have a name
And day is dark as night.
There's no remorse and no redemption...


-Bang-


Battles, cries, wings.

Storm of memories and sensation flowing in and out of you. You open up your eyes, the music in your lips never stopping.


Close the door.
Can you hear the crowd is waiting?
For a last encore...
Screaming out for my attention


Fire, thunder, fog... clouds... so many clouds....

You are there, a specter. You are watching within the void at other life passing by.

It is you!

And yet... not you!

Who are you?!

The music, the music so great...


Chanting my name....
Chanting my name....


-SLASH-


You are falling ... You are falling and you can't stop... you look down into oblivion until the moment you open up your eyes again.


Emonalach...

***


Name: Emonalach
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Race: Diva (Former)
Fallen (Current)
Appearance: You stand at 6'3 and are well built. Your stance is laid back but prideful. You have a long dark black hair which lays around your neck in silky strands and you are often seen blowing stray strands out of his eyes. Your eyes are swirling gray, and always on alert. They sink into your face, but not in a sickly way. They are lined with what looks like eye liner but it is natural giving your pale face a strange look. It's appealing yet, curious. You also have a handsome French beard.

Personality: Your are quiet though inside you are always contemplating something, always calculating something, always gathering information, watching your surroundings. Calm cool and collected. Your face seems to own a permanent smirk. You are cocky and prideful.

Spoiler: Bio 

Bio/Background:
Part 1:

If my soul could revive from my carnal remains, What does it matter to me?
If it all fades to black, if I'm born once again...
then no one really is free.
How could I be condemned, for the things that I've done... If my intentions were good?
I guess I'll never know, some things under the sun...
Can never be understood.


'I cry upon you, oh child of light.'

The voice that calls to you... it is enchanting, beautiful. He, himself, in his glory, calls upon you to look up at him.

You bring yourself forward and kneel.

He, from his throne looks down. He notices your small changes of the streams running upon your wings.

He doesn't speak.

You are worried and you look up only to see that he is wearing an expression of anger. He is furious. He points his finger at you and two of your kin are quickly appearing by your side, holding your arms. As you struggle and fight them off your secret is unfolded. The beautiful wings upon your back are split. They are six now instead of two, each of them impressive, their colors changing back and forth like a living rainbow.

Your kin letting go and you find yourself kneeling before him. You try to talk reason to him. You are both exchanging words, but your talk is quickly escalating into a quarrel.

At the end he lifts his finger again. Pointing at you.

The next thing you know you are screaming... and falling...

Your wings are torn and burnt.

Forever lost.


How can we believe in heaven?
Human reason counters all ideas of a soul society
My life is just a fragment of the universe and all.
There must be more than I can see...


You wake up from the dream.

Panting, cursing.

Soon your next fight begins.


Part 2:

You know just who I am
Don't be so distant
Cause when you're lost
I am solely there to share your grief


You are standing at the top of the hill. Proud. Majestic.
You sway your head from one side of the battlefield to the other as grin slowly spreads over your face. You lift up your hands and the battle roar is echoing from the lips of thousands minions.

From the other side you hear mocking and words that call you a bastard and a traitor.

They pull out their swords as their angelic wings allow them to hover, soaring for you, swords drawn.

"FOR THE WATCH!", they cry and stick their blades in...

Only to find out that they are the ones bleeding.

You grin again.


Chase the heathen call
We belong... you and I
Unison in all you deny


Part 3:

Sometimes my visions are distant and vague
Down at the base of the mountain
Once in a while I am weak and afraid
Tired and sick of it all

I don't believe that my story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body, a world full of hate
No one will heed if I fall

"There is a way for you to return?", the young man looks up at you. His Ashen air, beautiful and long flowing down his back. You envy him so. For the life he was given. For his position. For his looks.

"There was always a way...", You nod carefully, "It just never was so simple, that's all...", you smile, "Hard to deal with a god... Or a goddess"

"And you want war? hatred? fear?", he shake his head, "Is that what you want for this world?"

"Morgan", you hiss, "Nothing I do will make the world worse than it is.... And besides, as the coming future emperor you really shouldn't bother yourself with such tiresome thoughts"

"Of course not", the young man glare at you, "Why would I? I am only a tool to be used...", he bites his lips, knowing full well that he's alive only because of you, "Still I do wonder... why are you interested in these people?"

"Simple... the blood of Pandora... Enough to get me a real body.."

"You will be a mortal", He pierces you with his blue eyes, "You will die..."

"I count on it..", you grin.

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call of the wild is internal

Conquer the silence you fear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning, remember
No one can save you today


Part 4:

Here we are, under the same old sun
All alone-- yet somehow bound and unified
Dust to dust... Ashes to ashes, won't take long...
We search for a harbour... Somewhere to belong


She gave birth at last... What a healthy strong child.... It cries out so loudly...

Wait... no...

It's not the baby crying...

It's you! You are crying!!

You look at your small hands and with quick realization you know that you are the baby. Your dream of mortality was given to you at last.

You then look up with blue bright piercing eyes at your birth giver, "the mother". She is silent and looking somewhat hopeless. Her long red hair cascading down her shoulders, all wet and soaked with oil. She embraces you, knowing full well that you are not her child... But because of you- because of your soul-- Her child lives...

As always... careful of what you wish for...

She rocks you back and forth and you close your eyes...

It won't take long for you to mature... but you wish to remain a child... just for a little while longer...

For soon Hillel will be born anew...


They say that faith is all you need... to stay forever young
What you've sown is what you reap... Our sins can't be undone
How can we trust them once again... They used to tell us lies
Their voices will sustain... Cause nothing ever dies

Combat Characteristics:

Spoiler: Equipment 

Weapons/Armor/Items/Accessories/Equipment:

Armour: Long black jacket, sophisticated yet with style, covers your arms and dark gloves cover your hands. Long dark pants and boots complete your dress up style.

Weapons: None. You have your skills and as always you hope for others to bring their weapon. You will make them hurt themselves with it.

Spoiler: Abilities 

Abilities:

Adam- The first created. This is a teleportation skill. Enable you to quickly relocate yourself, mostly over far distances. The cool down of this skill is 2 posts. When used you can also dodge attacks.

Eve- The mother of life. Your body fulfill your opponent. You are connected and link to him as one. Should your opponent harm you, he/she will end up hurting themselves too. It is sustained ability which lasts for 2 turns. A cool down of 1 turn to active in between such attacks.

Serpent- Demonic power of fire. Enable you to charge your opponent inner rage and fears into energy which you can use against him/her. The enemy not only feels pain on the surface level of skin burns, but if the attack succeed to its fullest, the enemy will experience some level of mental damage, feeling sudden draw back in his will to fight, seeing terrible sights of demons around him, or be paralyzed while burning. In order to use this power, you must charge your power first. it takes one post to do so and another post to use it. while using it he cannot use any other skill and any lasting or sustained ability that was used previously is canceled. Cool down of two posts in between using this attack.

Habel- The fading. Can switch his form to disappear from this realm, usually his body liquefied until it disappears. can be used up to twice in one battle, and works for a turn. He cannot attack while in this form and cannot be harmed as well.

Cain- Let all be silenced; for the first death in the world. The effect is instant and any existing or in-process attacks/effects are immediately halted and must begin all over again. This cancellation does not count against either player for cooldown or number of uses. Can be used once per battle.

Lemach- The hero of Death. What is brought before me is now mine. Emonalach is capable of duplicating and using what is not meant for him (meaning copy an ability/skill/item) and use it for one action. The duration and cooldown are exactly as what was copied, after which the duplicated ability/skill/item disappears. May be used only once per battle. It takes one turn for the duplication to manifest; it will appear on the following turn.

Lilith- I Will Not Submit. This is a passive ability once invoked (one half of a full battle action) and is instantaneous. Emonaloch may shrug off the effects of one of his opponent's abilities (or himself) while appearing to suffer the effects; essentially, his suffering is an illusion and he is unaffected. This may work only once, for the effects of only one ability, from himself or his opponent.
It lasts for the duration of the battle until it is used.

Hillel Ben Sh'a'har/Lucifier- Hillel son of Dawn, the Betrayer. The angel that fell.
This is a risky ability. It takes one action (one half of the full battle actions) to perform and it is instantaneous. It immediately negates one cooldown from any ability, and allows Emonaloch to use it again as soon as he likes. In exchange for this gift, every single ability Emonaloch uses following Lucifer/Hillel will stand a 50% chance of backfiring to his detriment.
To enact this, every single ability must be accompanied by a dice roll from the dice roller mechanic, coded into the post or in following post. [1/d6]
If the roll is odd, then the effects of the ability/abilities in the post are reversed upon Emonaloch without repercussions to Emonaloch's opponent. For those abilities that affect both characters in a fight, only Emonaloch will suffer the effects.
If the dice roll is even, all effects happen as described and intended.

Spoiler: Attributes 

Attributes:

Weaknesses: You will be more sensitive to holy or light based magic and weapon.
You are also somewhat slow to move or dodge.

Strengths: Physical attacks will hurt you but won't hinder you as much. You will bleed but you won't feel the pain, which won't make you hesitate or slow down.
You also have high immunity to magic and spells.

[Kris]

Spoiler: Reaver - Vee 

Reaver - Vee



There's so much blood surrounding you, and such a glee that filled your heart that you're not sure what to do. Should you linger over the puddles? Dip over the bodies? Should you enjoy the moment? All the bodies, all the blood... the sight of it was more than enough to make your heart jump for joy. But just as you reach towards one of the bodies, you awake.

You sit up a bit, startled by having your vision shattered into pieces. What a good image that had been placed into your head! And now it was gone! What it was replaced by was a cage. A cage? This doesn't seem right to you so you get onto your knees and look around some more. Yes, this was definitely a cage.

An anger filled you like the rage of a wild animal. A cage!? No! You pound on the cage's floor below you with a fist, feeling the pain and then relishing in it. Pain of any kind was good. Yes... pain was pleasant. Your eyes spark with excitement and you look around again.

Why you are here, you don't know. But you do know your name. Vee? Yes, it was Vee. You nod your head at the memory of a name.

***


Name: Vee
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Your hair is long and so dark it shines blue. Your eyes are of a light purple color but hold no passion in them. Heavy makeup adorns your face darkly, especially your eyes to bring them out even more in color and shape. Your eyebrows are dark, much like your hair. And your body is pale like that of a dead person. Beneath your perfect nose your plump lips remain in an unmoving position unless to grin devilishly or scowl with resentment.

Personality: You are a blood-thirsty creature. What gets your excitement rising is pain and chaos. Whenever in the midst of it you rise up excitedly. Pain and chaos are your friends, as far as you are concerned. You relish in the pain of others. A true sadist is what you are. However, whenever you are attacked you fill with anger and resentment instead of joy. This anger and blood-lust drives you forward in battle.

Spoiler: Bio 

Bio/Background:
Part 1:

You remember watching them from the shadows; vapid fools! Talking, laughing, loving. In their ignorance and stupidity, they believe they can be happy, that they can have whatever they dream of. You will make them pay for feeling what you cannot. True happiness is the feeling of blood dripping through your fingers, still warm from where it has spilled from their bodies. The endorphins released by their fear make it taste all the sweeter.

As far back as your mind can reach, there is only anger. Only lust, for blood and pain. From the moment you awoke, screaming, the warmth gone from your skin, your pulse no longer racing... that, and the hunger. Endless, insatiable... before that is only darkness. You remember nothing of your first life, like a door has been closed between this you, and that.

Perhaps it was you who closed it. Perhaps you do not want to remember. Things are simpler this way.

Part 2:

"Aaarrghh!"

Your screams echo, loud and wild, but the only other occupant of the dark place just smiles, his teeth stark white in the gloom.

"Let it out, my dear," his voice is smooth as silk, and as cold. "Give in to the rage."

Your body explodes with pain, every inch of you burning with a cold fire that feels as though it will never go out. You writhe and scream, but you cannot break the bonds he has put on you, and when the anger and agony grow too much, you slump onto the cold stone beneath you, letting blackness take over.

When you wake, you feel... different. The fire has dulled, but you feel it still, coursing through you. It gives you energy - strength, along with an ever growing ache in your stomach. You are hungry. You sit up, only when you do realising that your binds are gone. Darkness still surrounds you, but it is not overwhelming - your sharp eyes can make out your surrounds much more clearly than before.

So hungry...

Whoever your assailant was, he is gone, and what he has done to you, you don't know. Your fear, your uncertainty - it has disappeared too. All you are left with is a burning hunger - and a burning fury. How dare he lay hands on you! How dare he bring you here, to leave you alone! You will find him - and make him pay for what he's done. But first...

The hunger. It must be quenched. But how?

When you wander from the cellar, and see a woman walking alone in the dark, you know.

And as you realise what he has made you, your anger will only grow...

Part 3:

"Where is he! Tell me!" you hiss, teeth bared, your face pressed close to your terrified captive. Your powerful hands hold his face to the wall, his neck twisting painfully to the right.

"I don't... know!"

The male's teeth were bared, revealing teeth as long and sharp as your own. Blood runs from a slash made down his cheek, and his right leg hangs limp, the odd angle of its descent marking it as broken. He only stands upright by your force, your other hand on his chest, nails embedded to your fingertips into his bared skin.

You hiss again, frustrated. Knowing he must be telling the truth - not even your own kind can withstand torture for so long, without honesty slipping in desperation from their lips. Except you, of course. Pain is your only friend, now, and you revel in it. The last thing that makes you feel as though you're still alive.

In a swift, single movement, you pull him toward you, away from the wall. The hand on his face curls backward, taking his neck past the point of allowed movement, and his neck breaks with a snap. You let his body fall carelessly to the floor, and turn to walk away.

How many have you killed, now? You've lost count, but you feel no closer to finding the one your bloodlust truly rages for.

There is a certain satisfaction in it, though. The weak, fleshy humans; they provide no challenge, falling prey to you easily. At least these creatures are strong, and swift. Perhaps not quite so much as you - or so experience seems to show, for aren't you the one still standing? And though you cannot drink of them, cannot sate your hunger from their lifeblood, in each of their faces you see a glimpse of the man who inflicted this life upon you; and revel upon that light leaving their eyes.

Part 4:

As the endless, open backdrop of your last arena fades, memories seep into your skull, as if they are flowing into your mind with the trickle of oxygen granted you by the Druid. A tiny girl whose features match your own screams in delight as she runs as fast as her bare feet can take her, pursued playfully by an older woman who, when she closes the gap between them, tickles her mercilessly. Tears well in her eyes as she laughs, pure joy emanating from her.

You hiss in painful surprise as you remember - this is you. This is before. But though you recognise the child as your own, though you remember that once, you loved her above all others, you cannot summon the feeling. Now, looking at her face, you feel only a painful hollow in your chest.

Like the rest of the pitiful humans you walk amongst, you are separate from her; divided by barriers you may never cross back over.

This is why you hate him so - the one who created you. This is why, one day, you will find him. Not because he robbed you of the ability to love. But because of the love you had before - a love like no other imaginable. He did not just rob you of your humanity; but your family, as well.

Combat Characteristics:

Spoiler: Equipment 

Weapons/Armor/Items/Accessories/Equipment:
Armour: Though Vee wears no armour other than her normal garb, an outfit of smooth, matching blacks in a tight-fitting tank top and skin-tight, flexible ankle-length leggings, as well as steel-capped combat boots, mortal wounds will hinder but not slow her as much as they would a human of her size. Outside of iron, holy weapons or decaptation she will fight on as best she can, and heal much more quickly than normal from other wounds. Feeding on blood will heal her wounds much more quickly too. (Explained further in abilities.)

Weapons: Fangs: Vee's canine teeth are much more elongated than a normal human, allowing her to bite and slash at her victims with them.
Claws: Likewise, her fingernails taper to sharp points, much more hardy than human fingernails and more similar to claws, they are not easily broken and she will use them to slash and puncture her enemies.

Her physical strength far exceeds what would be expected of someone her size and buil, and she is capable to grab and throw her enemies.

Spoiler: Abilities 

Blood Drain: Vee can absorb her opponent blood, either by forcing the blood out or biting, and restore 10% of health (Can change according to passive effects and battle damage)

Terror: Effect that lasts up to 2 turns (depends on the opponent nature and personality), in which he experiences the most terrible nightmares filled of memories he has wished to forget. cool down: In order Terror again you need to wait 2 turns.

Gushing of blood:On going passive effect that increases with each turn by 10%. The rival is starting to act more hastily, more on instincts as his mind becomes foggy, slowly losing himself in the process of battle. Blood Drain affects increases if successfully drained.

Creature of the Night: Her eyesight is sharp and accurate in the dark, and her affinity with the night allows her to seemingly disappear within the shadows, moving unseen to spring at her enemies unawares. (can be used twice per battle).

Fighting Tooth and Nail: When angered, Vee can channel her fury to grow her teeth and nails even longer than usual (about twice the size) making her own body an even more formidable weapon. Once a successful attack is made, they will shrink to normal sizes. (Once per battle and cannot last more than 3 turns)

Angel of Death: Flight. This ability gives Vee flight for up to two consecutive turns. It is instantaneous from the moment it is invoked. Vee must wait two turns from the turn of initial use to activate it again. (Even if she does not stay in the air for the entire two turns, she cannot activate this ability more frequently than as described above)

Bloody Tendrils: This ability gives its user the power to manipulate blood. They can do this by drawing blood from themselves or their opponent and using it as a weapon. They can manipulate the blood to their heart's desire. Ability lasts for two turns, cool down is two turns.

Fiend of the Night: This ability gives its user the power to shape-shift into any predatory mammal. Whatever animal the vampire chooses is an especially large and terrifying specimen, with greater size and strength, ideal for battle. This ability lasts for one turn and cool down is one turn. The use of this ability leaves its user sore and tired from the changing of their body.

Spoiler: Attributes 

Attributes:
Weaknesses: Not fully hurt by the sun like classic vampires, but she some weakness to sun, fire, iron or light/holy based weapons/attacks/abilities.

Strengths: Is not easily effected by mind controls abilities, poison, fear and toxicity. Also, her physical strength is unexpectedly strong, and her reflexes lightening-quick.